"I--" And Jimmie Dale pushed him out on to the street.
Burton's steps receded down the sidewalk.

Jimmie Dale still crouched against the wall.

The steps grew fainter in the distance and died finally away.

Jimmie Dale straightened up, slipped the mask from his face to his pocket, stepped out on the street--and five minutes later was passing through the noisy bedlam of the Hungarian restaurant on his way to the front door and his car.
"SONNEZ LE TOCSIN," Jimmie Dale was saying softly to himself.

"I wonder what she'll do when she finds I've got the ring ?".